Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Nico,
10cc,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.